blessmyendeavors

All my life I’ve enjoyed people watching; sometimes to learn from them,  to gain insight into life.  Over the years I’ve noticed things about myself, too.  I’m not one who likes to avoid facing realities, even if I don’t like what I see.  I use things I learn…like noticing if I get up in the morning and put on slippers and a robe that I don’t get much accomplished that day.  For me to be productive I have to get up and immediately get dressed…and put on my SHOES.  Getting dressed and putting on slippers leaves me in leisure mode.  I have to have my shoes on.

I suppose it’s from years of popping out of bed at 5 a.m. like a toaster pastry, bright-eyed - n- bushy-tailed, eager to be in the stables.  I’d often not even eat, or it’d be on the run as I headed to the barns.  I’m a morning person now; I’m at my best the first 6 hours of any day… as long as I put my shoes on.  By noon I’m looking to rest; slow down;  take off my shoes.

I noticed the past two years that I wear my slippers indoors a lot;  it makes me wonder if it’s old age; leaving my bare-foot days behind.  Maybe I’m just wiser since I am building an addition to my house and I’ve found too many splinters and nails the hard way.  I was laughing at Bill Engvall’s slippers with head.. ( toe ? ) …lights a few nights back.  At least my life is still uncluttered enough to make it safe at night with slippers… as long as I’ve cleaned up my construction site that day.   I have also found a great pleasure in strolling out onto the bare plywood in dawn’s light, clad in robe and slippers, sipping a steaming coffee, and admiring the previous day’s labors.  Still, such a start slows my day and I’ve learned on a day I plan to build to pass by the cozy bliss and dive into my dusty, grungy shoes,  and charge out into the day, alert and eager to face what it brings.